d Lyle, said he, as we were leaving the room, 'that you must
let him come and see me to-morrow; there are other things I want to talk
over with him.'

"It was high time I should have left him, for his fever was now coming
on, and Caffarelli told me that he raved throughout the whole night, and
talked incessantly of places which, even in a foreign pronunciation, I
knew to be in our own neighborhood in Ireland. The next day I was not
admitted to see him. The day after that I was only suffered to pass a
few minutes beside his bed, on condition, too, that he should not be
allowed to speak; and to-day, as it is my last in Naples, I have been
with him for above an hour. I am certain, my dear Alice, that there is
something at least in my suspicion about Bella, from what took place
to-day. Hearing that I was obliged to leave to-night to catch the
steamer at Ancona, he said, 'Lyle, I shall want a few minutes with you,
alone, though, before you leave.' He said this because either the doctor
or Caffarelli, or both, have been with us since our first meeting.
'Don't look gloomy, old fellow,' he added; 'I 'm not going to speak
about my will. It is rather of life I mean to talk, and what to do with
life to make it worth living for. Meanwhile Caffarelli has been telling
me of your hunt after a villa. There is mine,--the Torricella,--take it.
Carlo says you were greatly struck with it; and as it is really pretty,
and inhabitable too,--a thing rare enough with villas,--I insist upon
your offering it to your family. There's a sort of summer-house or
"Belvedere" on the extreme point of the rock, with half a dozen little
rooms; I shall keep that for myself; but tell Lady Lyle I shall not be
a troublesome visitor. It will be the rarest of all events to see me
there, for I shall not be long in Italy.' I was eager to ask why, or
whither he was turning his steps, but he was never one to stand much
questioning, and in his present state it would have been dangerous to
cross him. By way of saying something--anything at the moment--I asked
how were things going on here politically. He laughed his usual little
quiet laugh, and called out to Caffarelli, who stood in the window.
'Come here, Carlo, and tell Lyle how we are getting on here. He wants to
know if the ammunition has been yet served out for the bombardment;
or are you waiting for the barricades?' He jumped up in his bed as he
spoke, and then fell back again. The doctor ran hastily over, and c